Author Notes: Made in collaboration with Lea. An amazing writer who is awesome sauce be I lost contact with her unfortunately. This was originally a roleplay between me and Lea, but I liked the plot so I started writing more of it by myself since we lost contact with each other. It is written in third person and every other paragraph is Castiel, than Dean. Lea if you find this I miss you and I wished we could have finished this together.

Chapter 1: Where am I?

It was dark out when Castiel Novak went for a walk to have some time to himself. He had been camping with his friends for the past couple days, and had been having fun, but he had to get some air. He became lost though, and had the strange feeling he was being watched, but he pushed past his fears and continued walking through the woods. His friends may be good to him, but he could only be around them so long before he began to feel outcasted. He would just sit in silence as he watched his friends talk around the fire, but Cas was used to this, used to being the quiet one. He was the freak with the dark past.

Dean wasn't sure how long he'd been watching him, curious green eyes following the camper as he moved. The camper was a few inches shorter than himself, with tousled brown locks and prominent cheekbones. But the best thing about him was his two enticing azure eyes, that seemed to scan every detail of the forest as if to preserve its memory. The thing about Dean Winchester, was that when he wanted something -or someone- he had to have them. So he waited until nightfall, when the camper had wandered from his group of friends and their campsite, to get closer. He was in his human form when he set his plan into action, hurrying towards the boy with a panicked expression. "Hello, can you help me? I'm lost."

Cas just stood there, not knowing what to say to the weird looking guy with extremely emerald eyes. In the back of his mind he was worried, he could be some kind of serial killer. 'I mean I'm in the middle of the woods, why was there a random guy that just happened to be there' he thought to himself. He then walked a little closer to weird man, trying to get a better look at his face.

Dean could see the boy perfectly, with his enhanced vision, but he still squinted his eyes and came closer, pretending to try and see the boy better. "Please," he said shakily, voice laced with fake fear. "I can't find my campsite, do you know where we are?" He knew the woods like the back of his hand, and he planned on leading the camper to a thicker, denser part of the woods.

"I can help you find your campsite, this way." The blue eyed man said to Dean. He began to follow the strange man, not knowing if it was the right thing to do. "Thank you," Dean said, heart racing and instincts on edge from being so close to the camper. After several moments of walking Cas asked "So what are you doing out here all alone in the woods?" He just stood there waiting for a reply.

He led him through the woods, the trees becoming thicker with each step. "I'm sorry," he began, standing over the shorter man. "But this is going to hurt." He brought a fist down on the man's head, knocking him unconscious. He carried him to his cabin, that the wolves in his pack had given him, and set him on the couch. Dean sat on a chair across from him, eyes trained on him, not exactly sure what he was going to do now.

'Ohhh great' Cas thought to himself. His fears were right. The man was a serial killer. Cas woke up, looking at his surroundings wondering why he was still alive. He looked to see his kidnapper staring at him.

Dean sat back further when the man woke up. He honestly wasn't sure what to do, he hadn't thought his plan through this far. "Uh, um, does your head still hurt?" He asked with concern.

"Sorta, but why did you knock me out. Where am I? Are you gunna kill me?" Cas said in terror. He considered running away, but the Dean was in the way of the door.

Dean wrung his hands, letting his emerald gaze falling to the floor for a moment. His eyes shot back up, widening. "Kill you? Why would I kill you?" He asked defensively.

"Well you did knock me out and bring me to a strange cabin" Cas said as he sat up. "Why did you bring me here?" He asked once more.

Dean didn't know what to say. What could he say? He didn't know why he brought the boy here, he just felt like he had to. He decided to avoid the question. "Do...do you need anything? Are you hungry?"

"Well I'd say I need to know why you brought me here, but apparently you won't tell me. So got any food? You won't poison me will you" Cas said nervously.

Dean narrowed his eyes. "Why...why would I?" He shook his head, getting up and heading to the kitchen. "I do eat y'know," he stated, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Because. Well what do you have to eat, or are you gunna just not answer any of my questions, or are you going to answer my questions with more questions. Since I may die tonight, I'd at least like to know the name of my killer. So what is your name?" Cas said as he followed Dean to the kitchen. Part of him wanted to flee, but the green eyed man was built and looked like he could catch him in an instant.

"I'll answer questions that I want to answer," Dean growled, tugging Cas by the arm and setting him at the small round table. "Sit," he commanded, turning to dig through his cupboards, looking behind the various bottles of booze and cans of foods, trying to find something mildly appetizing for the boy. He had to eat of course, but he was never really picky. "Here," he said simply, setting a bowl of cereal in front of him, dropping a spoon which clattered to the table. "Eat."

"Sit? I'm not a dog." Cas said as he looked at the cereal in front of him. He proceeded to eat some, and then stared at Dean. Cas sighed and said "I didn't mean to be rude, its just... can I at least know your name?" He didn't know why, but he didn't think the strange man was a treat, in fact he felt oddly protected around him.

Dean's eyes traveled over the boy as he ate, watching every movement he made. He took the seat across the table, pouring himself a bowl and finishing it almost immediately. He hesitated at first, then sighed and poured himself another bowl before answering. "Dean, my name is Dean." He raised an eyebrow, looking over the blue eyed boy. "And you are...?"

"My name is Castiel." The blue eyed boy said as his gaze went to Dean. Cas couldn't believe how fast the man was putting away that cereal. "Castiel," Dean repeated, feeling the syllables roll off his tongue. He nodded, getting up to set away his bowl. He frowned slightly at Cas, knowing he wouldn't be letting him go any time soon. "Since it looks like you're gunna be keeping me here for a while, what do you want to do?" Cas said once more, finishing his bowl of cereal. He proceeded to get up and put his used dish into the sink where the rest of the dirty dishes were. He couldn't ace why but he was overwhelmed with the sense to protect this boy, like some kind of link was connecting them. He'd never experienced it before. "Uh...um, I don't know...what do you want to do?"

"I'm not sure. What exactly is there here?" Cas said, he was wondered if his friends were looking for him. "I don't suppose you'll let me contact my friends do you?" He said as approached the man a little closer. He looked into his eye, he didn't know what it was but something in Dean's eyes looked almost animalistic.

Dean blinked as their eyes connected, and he held his gaze on Cas's. "I don't... I don't think I can-" He cut off abruptly, head snapping towards the door. "Someone's coming," he whispered, catching the scent of three or four humans. He didn't say anything, just grabbed Castiel by the arm and tugged him to a bedroom in the back, closing him in the room. "I'll be back," he said through the door before going outside to see a small group of teenagers calling for someone.

"Why are you putting me in here, stop!" Cas yelled. "Where are you going!? I wasn't done speaking!" he yelled louder. Cas then heard the sound of his friends yelling for him. He picked the lock and ran out to the door. Dean was looking as if he was going to simply say that Cas wasn't there. Dean got a little more confused and didn't know what to do when the blue eyed boy got to the door. "Hey guys, I know you were probably looking for me. I got lost and I ran into my old friend, hes a huge nature freak and occasionally goes on hikes by himself. I want to catch up with him, so how about you guys head back to the camp. I think I'm gunna stay here. Sorry guys." Cas lied, not knowing what Dean would do if he actually told the truth. He wanted to protect his friends from any danger so he diverted them away. He then mentally praised his cousin Gabriel for teaching him how to pick locks.

Dean hesitated when Cas cried out, chewing his bottom lip before continuing towards the door. He was ready to shift, and chase the kids off, when Cas appeared next to him. How the hell did he get out? He turned to face him abruptly, shooting him a sharp look until he covered with some bullshit story. Dean raised an eyebrow, looking over at the friends and nodding once. They left soon after, and Dean gestured for Cas to go back inside.

"Don't get any ideas from that, I am still unsure of your intentions with me so I took precautions. I wanted to make sure my friends were safe. So I sent them away, now how about we find something to do. Ohhh and I almost forgot, do you have a dog or something? It wreaks of dog in here." Cas said as he entered the cabin. He plopped down on the couch, waiting for a response.

Dean nodded in understanding, noting the boy's brave actions. He was surprised at how relaxed the boy seemed about the whole situation, he'd expected a fight. Dean shrugged it off, following the boy back into the cabin and kneeling by the fireplace, starting one. It got cold at night in these woods, and although Dean wouldn't have a hard time keeping warm, he wanted the boy to be comfortable. He sat on the floor, looking over to Cas. "No...I don't have a dog."

"Hmmm maybe it's just you then." The blue eyed boy said. Cas noticed Dean sitting on the floor. He stared at him for a while before asking "So tell me about yourself." He Then started clutching onto his necklace, the one his mom gave him. They were angel wings and she said they'd keep him safe.

Dean's eyes widened before he realized that the boy was just kidding, he didn't actually know anything. He shrugged before replying a simple "There isn't much to tell." It was true, he didn't remember much about his life before the alpha found him, before he was turned. His eyes fell on the small silver charm hanging from Cas's neck. He had one similar, a necklace his brother Sammy had given him years ago, when he was human. "What's that?"

"My mother gave it to me. She said it was for protection. And not much to say? You seem like someone that would have a lot to say dog boy. I mean being out in a cabin all alone, there's got to be a reason behind it." Cas said as he looked at Dean again. After a while a knock comes from the door. Cas looks at Dean who tenses a little.

"Dog boy?" He asked curiously, an eyebrow raised. His eyes fell back to Cas's necklace. His attention snapped towards the door again. It was the alpha, and he would not be pleased to find a human with Dean. "Get in my room, now," he whispered urgently, tone stating that this was not debatable. He pulled Cas up forcefully, leading him to the room, knowing the human's scent would still cover the house. He went to the door, opening it, and dropping his gaze respectfully. "Alastair," he said, nodding towards the tall man.